"Avoidance of self-deception is a matter of integrity, not comfort." — Orrin Woodward
Respawning in the city of Shi-Morgrim, Rakor was more furious than he had ever been in his life before.
Not only had Lazarus killed him once again when he outnumbered the annoying templar, but he had died almost instantly without being able to put up a proper fight for the second time.
With the rest of the people who were with him respawning around him, the young man took off his metal-reinforced leather helmet and began banging it against the stone walls of the respawn, entering into a blind rage, completely consumed with the desire to break something, if not everything.
After a few minutes, he calmed down and walked over to Yoink, the tank from his group who had been present both times he had encountered Lazarus and his party.
"We need to gather more people and go hunt that piece of shit down."
